“TIME TO WAKE UP (OR, AT LEAST, OPEN YOUR EYES)!” a poem. a.k.a.: “Birthday Card, On A Deathbed!” June 27, 2018 (Wednesday)
“NOTHING AROUND HERE APPEARS TO BE LASTING!” she thought, one blustery day,
“My relationships, my looks … all’s-fleeting – and, I guess, that is OK!
For I seem unable – to-maintain-things I choose:
My spouse, my shape, my wealth, my health –
All I’m bound to lose;
All these things, I know, I need to keep my peace of mind!”
These-things, the SPEECHLESS, BLIND girl,
Dying-(on her deathbed), ‘SIGNED!’
I arrivEd, in the nick of time,
Before she could complete her rhyme,
She needn’t be (pause) so very stark!
It’s true,” said I; “but you’re NOT interred!”
Her tears and whimpers, there, I stirred,
Her senses, as I spoke to one,
Who could not hear – a single pun,
I had for her – and NO SONG WOKE,
HER FROM – HER MALAISE,
YET, STILL I SPOKE, WITH LOVE AND JOY, TO TELL HER THINGS SHE MIGHT EMPLOY; LIKE: “NOTHING LASTS, HERE-OR-ABROAD!” and “NOTHING ENDS, WHEN LOVE DOTH PROD – – – US-AROUND, CLUTCHING FAITH WITH HOPE!”
“Why tell me this!!!! You great, big dope!?
I can not hear a word you say; and-I-can-not-speak,
On any day!”
SO, THERE –
She broke that silence-of-fear,
SHE COULD HEAR!
And speak and see,
Just fine, thought I!
I glanced the sparkle in her eye,
“NOTHING LASTS; CREATION MOANS! YET – ENDINGS ALWAYS WILL GIVE RISE, TO FRESH BEGINNINGS, IN OTHER SKIES!” *
- Le Sigh!